Ding-a-ling!
At the foot of the mountain, Li Huai faintly heard a few tinkles of a bell. His first thought was of Meng Hongyue. Had she also come? Impossible. In the pitch-black night, she couldn't see anything. Even if she really came, she wouldn't have arrived this quickly.
Li Huai assumed that he had just misheard. As they were nearing the city, they encountered a taxi with a passenger who was a drunken mess, his body covered in dragon and tiger tattoos, clearly a thug of some sort.
Although there were clearly passengers in the taxi, the driver, seeing Shen Yingtian hailing him, still pulled over. In these days when private cars have become increasingly popular, times are hard for the taxi industry, so it's common to encounter taxis picking up additional passengers along the same route. That is, if a taxi has passengers, it will still carry other people as long as their destinations are en route.
